Friday, January 23, 2009

NO HANDBAG? NO WAY!


Curiously, when I woke up the morning after the inauguration, after the pageantry and the poetry, the plain speaking of the hard road ahead, the people in the streets cheering and some even tearing up, no lofty words came to mind. We have a new president, I thought happily, recalling the image of Michelle and Barack, walking down Pennsylvania Ave holding hands. A couple in love strolling down the street! It struck me how normal they seemed, how very much like my husband and I when we go walking. Except… hold on! Where was her purse? Michelle was out on the town without the most essential part of any woman’s wardrobe: her clutch, her purse, her bag, her backpack, the stuff every woman carries with her wherever she goes. Surely, she would not have left it in the car, no matter how many times the driver has been bonded. No way, no how. Wherever a woman goes, there goes her purse! Everyone knows Queen Elizabeth II carries hers from room to room in her own castle!

Any woman worth her lip gloss would no sooner leave the house without her bag clutched under her arm, slung over one shoulder, or carried on her back then she would walk around with a run in her nylons. A woman’s handbag is where she carries the essentials of her daily life. If there were a fire, would she not grab the handbag right after snatching up the baby? This is the eternal mystery of women, which men don’t understand as they stuff their pant and coat pockets with wallet, keys, cell phone, and glasses case. It’s not that easy for women. To achieve the sleekest physique, women’s suits and dresses often don’t even have pockets. And those that do are barely adequate for a hankie or a breath mint. I dare any man to fill those pockets with lipstick, comb, powder, hand lotion, fingernail file, perfume, vitamins, a spare pair of nylons, sunglasses, aspirin, Kleenex, appointment book, pen and notebook, toothbrush, toothpaste, business cards, and photos of the kids or grandkids. And just where would he stash an eyelash curler?

This is what worried me when I woke up the morning after the inauguration until I realized what being First Lady really means: NO HANDBAG. As much as we women are attached to our bags, they are heavy and our arms get tired carrying them. I don’t know about Michelle Obama, but my own bag often feels like it weighs a ton. How can you stroll down the avenue, smiling for the cameras, holding hands with your man when you’re toting all that stuff on your other arm? How can you wave to an adoring crowd when you’re schlepping the equivalent of four dozen bagels and two tubs of cream cheese with you wherever you go? This is what Michelle, or some other clever first lady, must have realized right off.

Still, I thought, she needs her stuff. So where is it? This is when my AHA moment hit me: Michelle Obama is too much woman not to have a handbag. Therefore, next time I see Michelle out and about I’m going to watch very carefully because somewhere in the crowd, I would just bet you, there’s a Secret Service man or woman who carries her purse wherever she goes. I’m going to watch for the moment when our beautiful first lady turns, snaps her fingers, and someone will come running with her purse so she can show off the latest photo of the kids or gloss up those gorgeous lips.

NO HANDBAG? NO WAY!

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